What's to be done?
You shall see.

Your great jugglers are not embarrassed by such a trifle.

The _Moniteur one fine morning declares that there will be henceforth but one national fete, the 15th of August.

Hereupon a semi-official commentary: the two masks of the Dictator begin to speak.

"The 15th of August," says the _Ratapoil mouth, "Saint Napoleon's day!" "The 15th of August," says the _Tartuffe mouth, "the fete of the Holy Virgin!" On one side the Second-of-December puffs out its cheeks, magnifies its voice, draws its long sabre and exclaims: "_Sacre-bleu, grumblers! Let us celebrate the birthday of Napoleon the Great!" On the other, it casts down its eyes, makes the sign of the cross, and mumbles: "My very dear brethren, let us adore the sacred heart of Mary!" The present government is a hand stained with blood, which dips a finger in the holy water.
XI RECAPITULATION But we are asked: "Are you going a little too far?
are you not unjust?
Grant him something.